We also visited an all boys boarding school which reminded me very much of Harry Potter’s mess hall in Oxford, England. However it was much smaller. We also saw the living quarters. Although the boys were privilege to attend this beautiful school with wonderful teachers, they had to wash their own undergarments. So, I guess a lesson of personal responsibility is also taught at Bishop Cotton in Shimla.
After visiting Bishop Cotton, we did a city tour. Our guide was and accomplished journalist and very knowledgeable about the history and city of Shimla. We visited an old Presbytarian church and gave us information about the city’s oldest buildings. We were unfortunate to pass a dead baby monkey. Things were fine until a dog, who had been following us in hopes that we would feed him, decided that the baby monkey would become his dinner. To our dismay, three adult monkeys charged in our direction. You know I was out of there! I ran to a military base, and asked the men to help me. They (I believe by law) can not kill the monkeys and besides what for, but they did throw rocks at the monkeys. At that point the dog barked back at the monkeys who were scowling and screaming and then he walked away. The monkeys returned to their perch. I walked briskly down the hill. One of the participants , Elizabeth Chapman , wanted to go to the monkey temple ANYWAYS. I didn’t go but her video of her adventures are at her blogspot ( www.mschapmanstriptoindia.blogspot.com). Needless to say, I didn’t attend.
After visiting Bishop Cotton, we did a city tour. Our guide was and accomplished journalist and very knowledgeable about the history and city of Shimla. We visited an old Presbytarian church and gave us information about the city’s oldest buildings. We were unfortunate to pass a dead baby monkey. Things were fine until a dog, who had been following us in hopes that we would feed him, decided that the baby monkey would become his dinner. To our dismay, three adult monkeys charged in our direction. You know I was out of there! I ran to a military base, and asked the men to help me. They (I believe by law) can not kill the monkeys and besides what for, but they did throw rocks at the monkeys. At that point the dog barked back at the monkeys who were scowling and screaming and then he walked away. The monkeys returned to their perch. I walked briskly down the hill. One of the participants , Elizabeth Chapman , wanted to go to the monkey temple ANYWAYS. I didn’t go but her video of her adventures are at her blogspot ( www.mschapmanstriptoindia.blogspot.com). Needless to say, I didn’t attend.
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